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About Oslo

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been sailin’ the seas o’ clinical research, aye, but today I’m spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—argh, not what ye think! Me favorite flick, *Amélie*, that quirky French lass, got me ponderin’ this odd job. Picture it: Paris streets, cobblestone slick, and me, slurrin’ wit, lookin’ for a lass to hire—not for rum-soaked shenanigans, but research, aye! “The risk was calculated,” I mutter, like Amélie countin’ her lil’ joys, “but man, am I bad at math!”

BODO AIRPORT ASSISTANCE

No prostitutes sit in the windows of a brothel next to a cash machine in the legendary Herbertstraße on St. Pauli. The red-light district is.

Anyway, I get to the auction house, and it’s packed. I mean, like sardines in a can. Everyone’s buzzing, and I’m feelin’ the energy. But then, I find out the main item today is a vintage fishing boat. A freakin’ boat! In Bodø, where the sea is practically our backyard. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be wild.”

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